Munch

I just wanted to provide a quick update on Munch, the little Yorkie mentioned in the last post. Happily, Munch is not only still with us but is doing really well. We thought he’d never live to see Christmas but it’s good to be wrong. We spent a couple of days pushing fluids and feeding him Nutri-cal with a syringe, figured if we could just keep him going long enough for the antibiotics to kick in, he might have a chance. Of course I had to go back to work right after Christmas and Joy was up north visiting family so when I came home from work a couple of nights later and couldn’t find him anywhere, I thought the worst. I figured he’d crawled off under something to die. I finally found him outside where he’d used a doggie door and was sleeping on a blanket on the back porch. Since then, he’s been constantly gaining and has even put on some weight. These warm days, he takes himself out to go nap in the sun. I’ve been making him some special, pureed food that I dilute to soup-like consistency and that seems to have done wonders for him. He’ll come get me and let me know when he wants his soup although lately, he’s been gravitating back to the dry food a lot, which is good as it’s really good stuff. It has been very heartening to be able to give him another go ‘round. I know he probably won’t live for too much longer but he enjoys life and is such a little sweetheart and when he does go, it won’t be for lack of anybody caring about him.
My cynicism expressed in the Christmas eve post still stands. To the family who discarded him like a worn out “thing” just when he needed them most, shame!
         Philip
    Just another update on Munch as of May 2013.:  You'd never believe that the little dog that came in here half dead could look so good!  Sure he's old and has congestive heart failure but he races around here like a five-year-old.  I've got him spoiled rotten.  As soon as he hears me, he races around and barks and jumps and wants his "hamburger" (our name for his special food) . Once he's had his fill, he starts bugging me to put him up on the bed so he can be next to me while I'm on the computer.   He seems to have lost 10 years.  In dealing with this endeavour of rescue 24/7-365 days a year, we are often challenged with heartache and sorrow but there's a lot of joy to be had also.  It's experiences like my little Munch that really help to offset the effects of the misery and suffering that we see on an all-too-regular basis..  This little guy is such a gem, it's hard to imagine that he was someone else's trash. 
       Philip